Encounter in San Francisco · Part 1 (1/2)
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Chapter 1 – Boredom and Randomness
It was beautiful and sunny Friday morning. Golden beams of light cascaded across the hardwood floor and slowly creped across until it worked up the frame of the bed and snaked into the eyelids of J. Grunting and bringing his hands from the blanket he reached up to his face and slowly wiped his eyes and coaxed a tired set of eyelids open. This was the first day of a well earned four day weekend, and J really needed the break from work and the stresses associated with it. The bed felt empty as he was newly single, and adjusting to this new life.
The first order of business was caffeine, a necessary dietary element for J. Moving his legs off the bed and standing up evoked a few pops and creaks from his knees and back. His sleeping apparel consisted of black boxer shorts and a worn out grey tee shirt with black lettering across the front spelling "ARMY". The unmistakable sound of metal clinking together was heard coming from the dog tags worn on a chain around his neck. A slow and groggy J walked across the room and made his way to the kitchen to start the morning brew of coffee.
Next came the realization of living in a quiet house alone. The next order of business as to power up his laptop computer for some YouTube streaming to kill some time. As the aroma of coffee had filled the space, J had picked up his cell phone and noticed a notification for a new email received from his former partner. This has spiked his curiosity, and he exited YouTube on the laptop in order to login to his email account.
Clicking on the message, he had began to awaken with the aid of the hot drink. It had taken a moment for his eyes to adjust to reading the small print on the monitor. The email was not particularly a long one as it read: "Hello J, I was thinking we could maybe meet tonight. I miss you and I wouldn't mind some company out on the town. I can imagine you could use some fresh air and maybe some fun? If you're okay with it, why not give me a call? Hope to talk to you later – M."
This had been an unexpected yet rather interesting email. J sat back in the chair and sipped the coffee mug for a few moments and pondered the option of accepting M's offer. He had been missing her company, and the prospect of some lighthearted fun with her began to look like a great idea for the evening. He had sat down his mug and began to dial her number on his cell phone. It had taken three rings before there was an answer.
" Hi J, you got my email I take it?" "I did he replied, I was a little surprised and taken back by it." He heard her next ask if he was interested in an evening outing in San Francisco, a night on the town as she had described it. J replied "Sure, I'm game",. "So, what's the plan, M?" Her reply had been a simple yet sweet, "Oh, I think spontaneity might be in order, let's just leave it at that".
They agreed to meet at his flat at noon, and ride together to the San Francisco in her car. When she arrived to J's flat, she made a few requests that J had thought were a little unusual. He decided out of shear curiosity to accommodate her unusual requests. The first order of business had come by way of her retrieving a letter from her purse. It had been carried in a standard full size yellow envelope to allow the letter to not be folded.
"This, J, is a legal document that I want you to read and sign before we do anything else. His former partner was an attorney, and J had thought this was a gag to play, or a weird role play on her job. Light heartedly, J agreed and signed the document without even reading it. Figuring it was just an act to go with the play that he figured would occur this evening, he dismissed the document. "Ok, what next?" he had asked her. She smiled from ear to ear with a shit eating grin that showcased her white toothed smile, as she carefully replaced the letter in the large yellow envelope. Not a word escaped her lips for another moment.
Once the envelope was secured in her large carry purse, she looked over to J and had replied that it was time to go soon. She asked J to shower while she made a few phone calls outside. J finished the shower and waited with only a towel wrapped around his waist until M returned inside a few moments later.
Upon returning into the flat, J had asked, "Can I ask if there will be a dress code required wherever we are going, M?". She smiled and had been carrying a full sized garment bag which she had retrieved from her car while outside on the phone, and handed it over to J. "Yes, I want you to wear this". she replied. J took the bag and hung it on the bathroom door. He next had opened the zipper to reveal several clothes hangers which contained several articles of clothing and accessories. To his surprise the bag contained a black miniskirt with an elastic waist band that was easily six inches tall and looked like it was constructed to tightly cinch a waistline. There was also a white long sleeved button up shirt with a collar and a black bow tie.
Additionally there was a large bra with the breast material cut out, as well as a rubber panty girdle that, to J, looked like it meant business in the shaping department. There were a pair of black flats and black leggings at the bottom of the bag, as well as a three quarter sleeve length shrug. It was the next item that caught J''s eyes. There was a shoebox at the bottom of the bag, which seemed strange to J as the flats were already present. The shoebox was for men's shoes, in a size 12. J opened the box to find inside were two large prosthetic breasts with life like nipples and skin tones which eerily matched his own. " I hope you like them", M replied as he stared down into the box. Next to the breasts inside the box was a tube of non toxic adhesive which adheres the breasts to one's chest skin.
It then occurred to J, this was the custom outfit that M had taken him into San Francisco to be measured for about a month ago. As a matter of fact, it was the same week that she had accompanied him to both a dental cleaning as well as a doctor's appointment. He recalled vividly how long it seemed to take the alterations person to record the gazillion measurements which she recorded from his body. "Geez M, all those measurements for a skirt and dress shirt?" She looked over and replied, "Accuracy is key, right, Now let's get you dressed. Tonight I need a gal pal for our festivities, and I need you to fill that role, ok." J shrugged, "Okay M, I'll play along. It's San Francisco, nobody will care, right?" "That's right, bb, it'll just be a fun night for us both to unwind" J accepted that at face value and started dressing first with the girdle.
Upon his closer examination of the thick rubber girdle he realized this was no ordinary foundation garment. Whoever made this meant business for sure. The construction was triple layered rubber with double steel boning. This girdle did not close from the front, or even the side like most. Instead it had the grommet corset style lacing and over the lacing was an attached flap which had buckles on the opposing side which secured a rubber panel completely over the laces starting at the tailbone. J observed that the waist was a 4 four inch reinforced and heavily boned one which would require another person to help put it on.
Before he could ask, he felt M standing behind him with her hands resting just above his hips. He began to slip his legs into the garment and began to slowly work up the girdle. He immediately ran into resistance as the garment was extremely tight. "Let me lube you up, J, that will help" M offered. M applied lubricant over J's legs, up to just under his breasts. Next J was able to slide up the garment with the help of M.
As the girdle's seat began to touch J's bottom, he felt something peculiar in the seat itself. Unbeknownst to him was a hidden butt plug that started inside the girdle, and had three inches of insertable length. J felt the tip of the plug enter him and he grunted slightly. At this point, M stopped him, and instructed him to bend forward at the waist. Next she used a small plastic syringe and inserted it into the exterior of the girdle via a channel hidden in the bottom seat of the girdle. The plastic syringe penetrated three one way valves which were designed to hold in large quantities of fluid under high pressure.
Next, once the syringe was inside the plug, she discharged the lubrication, and immediately, without warning, rammed the plug home. M knew that she had to work the plug in and adjust it promptly, there was little time for error with this step. Using one hand to keep pressure on J's bottom, she instructed him to work his penis and testicles through a small opening in the crotch of the girdle. J did so with some effort.
Once completed, M instructed him to stand straight while she used both hands to work the waistline into place. It took M nearly twenty minutes to get the girdle laced completely closed. The reduction to J's waist was about four inches. Next she buckled the panel over the laces and without J's awareness had discretely placed and secured six small padlocks into place along the corresponding buckles. She placed the keys in her pocket while J's back was still turned toward her. "Wow, this is a way to go on a diet", J chuckled. "My bottom does not feel like it has a standard plug, is this a new type that I'm not privy to"?
M smiled as J turned around to face her and replied, "It's actually a prototype that a friend sent me to try. See there's a group of toy engineers that look for people to try their gadgets and I thought you might enjoy this one". "Fair enough, but what does this one do"? She looked at J and just smiled ear to ear. "That is a surprise that you will see later, perhaps when we come back here. Come on let's get you dressed so we can get on the road".
Over the girdle went another high waisted long leg girdle, but of black fabric material. This girdle covered the tops of J's thighs in molded legs and ran up to an inch below his breasts. This girdle was also heavily boned and reinforced with steel stays which ran horizontally and were spaced a half inch apart for the entire circumference of the garment from the top of the waist to just above the tailbone and hips. J was completely unable to bend at the waist at this point. When J asked if it was overkill, M just replied it was for keeping J's bits tucked under his crotch and held there, as well as maintaining a correct posture.
The next item was the prosthetic breasts. Sized DD they weighed a whopping five pounds each. J was instructed to use the adhesive to coat the entire under surface of each breast. Then M picked up the first one to place it on J. As her hands began to press the breast to his left peck, J noticed immediately that there was a slight hole in which his left nipple was immediately squeezed into as M's hands pressed and held the breast in place as the adhesive dried. J was mesmerized as he was feeling a pulling or perhaps suction at his nipple. it appeared to be getting completely sucked into the hole above it. The same thing happened with his right nipple.
Once M was satisfied that the breasts were adhered, she replaced the cap on the tube of adhesive and tucked it away into her pocket, Her black slacks hung loosely off of her hips, and complimented her black turtleneck sweater. Next, M picked up the 44DD bra. This particular one had breast cutouts which exposed all of the prosthetic breasts. No need for securing by a bra when their adhered, she thought. Besides no cup coverage would be necessary, she thought. That thought brought a warm feeling across her along with another shit eating grin.
Next came the leggings, which were of course, crotch less. Then the skirt, shirt, bowtie, and flats. Once dressed, she applied makeup and a shoulder length blonde wig to her gal pal for the night. She thought to herself, He's ready for tonight.
"Ok J, time to head out. Are you excited?" A simple nod was given in reply. "Ok, bb, let's get out of here after all the city is calling us." With that, the two got into M's car and took off for the city by the bay. J felt a slight pressure around his rectum. but strangely this plug was smaller in length than any plug he had previously worn. Another sensation he felt which seemed unusual to him was that the plug seemed to be in a fixed position. J had experience with M forcing him to wear butt plugs for extended amounts of time, and they always seemed to have some wiggle and sliding motion whenever he would shift his weight and butt cheeks.
J observed (correctly) that this plug seemed to not have any ability to slide around like the others. His mind began to wonder at the strange sensation of the solid yet small plug. More eerily he wondered what the purpose of the plug was and how M was going to play with him after they returned from the city. He hoped and prayed M would not hit any potholes on the highway.
Chapter 2 – Tugging Points
M pulled the car to the right and parked along the street. They were in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco, and although a shady area it was still daylight out and safer to be there then versus after dark. As she turned the wheels to the curb she smiled at J and simply opened the door to dismount the car. J followed suit and M had walked around the back of the car to meet J at the passenger side of the car.
M took J's hand and led him into the familiar sex and bondage club which they had frequented. This particular club was known to be a raunchy hardcore bondage and sex club with many rooms, bondage furniture and a lot of horny and uninhibited observers. While walking up to the entrance J noticed just how heavy his newly glued breasts had felt but more importantly how every step evoked a boob bounce that pulled on the encased nipples which were securely glued into their airtight spaces. To J, it felt like his nipples were being tugged with every step. He also suddenly noticed just how much tighter his waistline felt under the girdle.
He stopped just under midway to the club entrance and looked at M. M had noticed J's stare as He had told her that his stomach had began to feel more constricted. She smiled at J for a moment then she told him "oh, that's right bb, the girdle's latex is designed to compress down approximately another two inches below its waist size once your body temperature warms the latex.
"This will give you a six inch waist reduction, enjoy" Then she offered him a smile and motioned him to the door. Once inside the club, J noticed there were only a handful of people inside. The two paid their cover charge and made their way into the main floor lounge to have a seat and take in the ambiance of the club. It was a large building, with three floors of assorted play spaces for those who wished to engage in such festivities. The street level floor consisted of a dimly lit lounge area with various sofas and chairs. The seating arrangements allowed for a clear view at the lighted stage and catwalk which ran from the farthest wall from the door to about the middle of the room.
This room served as the main lounge area as it had the largest seating area. J noticed the staircase that ran to the upper floor which was dimly lit and had contained several play spaces with various bondage equipment and furniture.
As they made their way deeper into the bowels of the main room, a tall dark skinned muscular man passed by and when he had just passed by the right side of the two his hand smacked J hard on the left cheek of J's bottom. J turned around to see who the offender was but the man just kept walking as he blended into the people near him. J dismissed the action and returned his look back to the front only to notice M staring back at him with a mischievous smile. On the inside, her desire for the events to come had her on fire. She could feel the anticipation brewing as moisture began to make its way through into the front of her cotton panties. As J approached her he was massaging his cheek as it felt hot from the swat administered to it. "Come on J, let's have a seat and just take in the scene for a few.
The club began to get lively as more patrons began to enter. M and J were enjoying each other's conversations as other patrons were also conversing. A few feet away from them was a circle of men watching in unison some activity in the center of their circle. J looked over first, then pointed at the group for M to notice. Inside the circle was a younger couple, man and woman. The man was on top of the woman in a missionary position. Both were nude and engaged in raw and heavy intercourse. The circle of observers, mostly men, were all masturbating to the couple before them. M smiled over at J, and he returned his gaze back to her.
By this time music was blasting over loud conversations. The night was early and there was much for the them to see and experience. J was looking forward to some light play with M. It had been quite some time since the two had frequented the establishment. M looked over at J, " Let's walk upstairs and see what's going on." Without a reply J arose and followed M across the floor to the staircase at the far right side of the room. M was first up the staircase as J followed closely behind. This staircase allowed a clear view down into the lobby area. J looked down and back toward the couple on the floor.
The man on top of the woman was pumping wildly like a oil rig in search of black liquid gold. M noticed J's distraction and while looking down and back at him, gave his bow tie a gentle pull toward her. Making their way away from the staircase they walked into a darkly lit area with several rooms. Each room was adorned with a bed or a various type of bondage implements.
M found a vacant two seat sofa near the rear of the hallway adjacent to the restroom. She motioned J to have a seat on her left side. J thought it was strange that M was looking at her watch. After all, who the hell actually bothers to wear a watch to a bondage and sex club? He dismissed the thought, she was a lawyer after all and rarely ever late for anything. The two sat and watched into a room directly across from the sofa they were perched on. In the room was a padded bondage spanking bench with a younger male bent over it with his ankles and wrists secured to D rings at each of the four legs of the bench. He was nude from the waist down, and was wearing a tight form fitting short sleeved black latex shirt.
Bodybuilder, J thought to himself when he sized up the man. No lack of muscle, and a severe lack of fat rested with the bound man. His body was quivering and sweat poured off his forehead onto the floor below. His breaths were labored and shallow. Another man, also well built was standing directly behind the bound man. He wore black leather pants and knee high leather motorcycle boots. In his right hand was a heavy grade leather flogger. J sized up by the welts on the bound man's ass cheeks that the holder of the flogger had just put said flogger to good use. He sat the flogger down on a nearby table, and returned to the bound man at the bench. What happened next caught J by surprise, and left him feeling queasy. J had to look away, he could take no more of this sight before him.
The standing man removed a package from his front pocket, tore it open, and removed the condom from the wrapper. J turned his head away, unable to watch or imagine what was about to transpire in that room of ill repute. Unbeknownst to J, as his gaze was away from the room while M was enjoying the scene before her. Her shit eating grin spread ear to hear when she heard the bound man's groans which coincided with his lover's thrusts. The sound of a meaty slap was synchronous with the bound man's grunts. M began to feel warm, and fanned herself with her hand as the action played out before her.
The thrusting increased in tempo, and the standing man reached forward and grabbed two handfuls of hips with his large framed hands as he began to work himself up to orgasm. M watched on, fascinated with the two. She could feel a tingling in her lower abdomen, and the unmistakable feeling of warm wetness between her legs. So caught up in the scene, she did not realize that her right hand was in between her legs rubbing slowly. Her breaths became shallow and her heart was racing.
J was still looking away and distracted by a scene in an adjacent room. He was observing a Mistress equipped with a strap on dildo. She was tall, and athletically built. The slave before her was a shorter and skinnier guy. He was bent over the end of a mattress, without restraints holding him. The Mistress was applying lubricant to her girl cock and mimicking the motion of male masturbation with it. She taunted him. J could not hear her words but he did see her lips moving as she walked closer to the edge of the bed. J felt himself get excited when she began to insert the tip of her girl cock into the bound slave's ass. J could make out the tip being inserted, and then she just stopped.
Standing in place she rested with just the tip of her cock resting just inside the man's sphincter. The slave had a look of pleading as he fixed his gaze back at her. She was unaffected as she leaned forward, grabbed the waist belt he was wearing at two points behind his back, and then pulled him back while thrusting deeply inside him. His reaction was instant as he bucked forward, hips against bed. He was pinned down, and unable to stop what was happening.
J looked back at M. Her head was cocked back. Her face was pointed to the ceiling and her eyes were closed. Her mouth was wide open and she was breathing heavily. J watched until her body stopped quaking and she opened her eyes. M just looked over at J, with a smile and not a single word spoken. "Enjoy that did you"? He looked at her with a wicked smile. She just returned a twisted smile, and reached over to his face with both hands. J felt her hands pulling him in for a kiss and he let her.
"Hey there, lovebirds." M and J broke off from their kiss and looked forward at the direction of the voice. " Hello", M returned with a smile. J nodded at the lady before him. She was petite, he observed. Standing no more than five foot six, J estimated she might weigh about one hundred pounds soaking wet. Her hair was long, and reached down to her tailbone. It was free flowing, but J noticed a scruncee near the point of her neck which kept her hair in place in a long thick rope like braid. She was light skinned. Her outfit suggested that she had an interest in fetish wear. A tight red latex top with three quarter inch sleeves adorned her upper body, and hugged her pert C cups.
A matching red latex miniskirt covered her to just above her knees. Her calf muscles were balled up due to the black six inch heels on her feet. Her midsection is what caught J's gaze, a shapely hourglass waist accentuated by a black shiny latex corset.
"Ahem, I'm up here", she said as her gaze fell upon J. Embarrassed, and red faced J apologized. She chuckled as she looked back at him. J and M were still seated as she was standing in front of them. "I'm Tiffany, and you two look like really cute girlfriends". J was slightly confused at first with the comment. Looking down to process her words he quickly realized her rationale as he remembered what he was wearing. M replied a thanks back to Tiffany, and invited her to sit down on a nearby chair.
Tiffany sat down and looked at the couple. "So I've been looking for a model for a bondage scene. It will be here, and we need a person with the right height, weight, and flexibility in their waistline." She shifted her gaze toward M. "You're really pretty, do you tightlace, or wear a corset occasionally"? M looked at her and just shook her head side to side. "Sorry, not me, not my cup of tea". "That's okay, hun", replied Tiffany. Shifting her gaze to J, and his very nipped waist her eyes scanned him over. "What about you?" J looked at her and replied, "what about me?" Tiffany scooted her chair up directly in front of J, and reached out her left hand to touch his waist.
"Looks like you are no stranger to waist training". J smiled and nodded. " I do tightlace, and wear several corsets on a regular basis". Tiffany grinned ear to ear, and raised both of her eyebrows at J. "How would you like to model some, ahem, restrictive wear and bondage equipment"? J paused, with mouth agape. He looked to his right at M with questioning eyes. "It's okay by me bb, I say go for it", M replied back at him with a smile. "Besides, it might fun for me to see you all trussed up and helpless". M winked at J, then nudged his elbow with her hand towards Tiffany.
While his gaze was away from M and his back turned to her, she discretely nodded her head while she had raised her right eyebrow and smiled at Tiffany. Tiffany looked at the couple, "Shall we"?, Before J could respond, M did so by simply saying, "we shall", with a shit eating grin across her face.
Chapter 3 – Modeling for M
Tiffany took the lead and began her walk toward the end of the room. They continued on to the top of the staircase with M and J in tow. The three made their way down the stairs and into the main level room with the runway stage. J looked around to see the room was nearly packed, with the majority of patrons being men. Tiffany looked over to the left, near the entrance to the corridor closest to the entrance and nodded to one of the guys standing in the hallway. This action was unnoticed by J but M was also looking in the same direction as Tiffany. M wore a shit eating grin as she looked forward to see Tiffany staring back at her in some form of acknowledgment that J did not notice. M could not help looking slightly down towards M's skirt and pert ass.
Encounter in San Francisco · Part 1 (1/2)
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